You're Beautiful - Ch. 2Avatar: The Last AirbenderYou're Beautiful - Ch. 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Chapter 2: Young Love
The Next Morning
Katara stirred slightly on the bedding, moaning softly as she slowly began to wake. Her dreams had been rather pleasant that night, and shed slept comfortably, more so than any previous night since arriving in Ba Sing Se. The young waterbenders eyes fluttered sheepishly as she returned to reality, the early morning sunlight creeping in through the window and illuminating the room in a faint, soothing twilight.
As her eyelids parted and she regained awareness of her senses, she felt a gentle warmth radiating through her nightgown, cradled in her arms and nestled closely up against her. A smile slowly worked its way across her face as she tightened her embrace on the young earthbender, snuggling up against her and feeling the girls dark hair tickle her nose as the memories of the night before replayed in her mind. It had started simply enough, with
Despicable Days Chap 2 part 2Marvel couldn't take this anymore; he had to get away from his friend, just for a minute so he could collect his thoughts. As scary as the idea was he decided to head back in the kitchen and check up on Dante and Euryale.Despicable Days Chap 2 part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He really hadn't understood what Gru meant when he said his kids could take care of themselves until he walked back into the entrance way again.
Marvel's head spun at the sight. The little girl, Agnes, was sitting on Mr. Dante's lap, looking up at him with hopeful eyes and chatting away. Mr. Dante looked exasperated at his situation, but still he didn't remove her.
" And I want a stuffed unicorn, and a coloring book, and a house made out of gummy bears OH! And a real live unicorn! And umm umm "
Mr. Dante looked at his female partner in desperation. "Must I do this?"
Mrs. Euryale rubbed her temple. "This is much better than its incessant whining, now shut up and be Santa Clause for the little brat."
Disgruntled, the older man looked back dow
Despicable DaysDespicable DaysDespicable Days5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Gru attempts to fill his role as a father while the girls settle into their permanent family. However, with a Super Villain father and three girls with wildly independent spirits, no task is simple and no day is boring. Chapter 1: It's Margo, Edith and Agnes's first day of school.
Despicable Me was so cute! I've been waiting for the movie to come out for a long time and I wasn't disappointed! I haven't been able to find a Despicable Me fic so I decided to make my own! This isn't exactly a day-by-day massive fic. It's more like a collection of one-shots (some of which are going to be pretty long) that all have to do with the Gru's new family after the movie. I also want to encourage others to write some Despicable Me fanfiction!
I wasn't going to write in Gru's accent at first, but the dialogue seemed to be lacking something so I had to put it in. So, just go with me on the spelling, it's not technically correct, but I hope it will make the story feel more r
The Sum of Some PartsYou're razorblade kissesThe Sum of Some Parts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cyanide smiles
and all the mean little parts of me
that I keep trying to destroy.
You're the scratch in the throat
and the grit in the eyes
and the old burn that doesn't heal
no matter how much salve you put on it.
You're splinters beneath nails
and knives between ribs
and the rabbit-punch to the gut
that leaves me reeling and gasping for air.
You're the jaw wired shut
and the hands lopped off
and the feet hobbled at the ankles
so I can't run or write or scream.
You're the remnant of my past
and the ghost of my future
and that long-absent companion
I worry will always come back.
You're the one who spoke first
and taught me to hide from light
and to flee to the darkness
because no one ever loved me like you did.
You're the one who kicked me
and cursed me
and said I was nothing
but still never gave me up.
You're the jealous lover
and the tyrant
and the one who hid me away
so no one else could have me.
You're the one who broke my spirit
and made me want to die
Thunderstruck SkullsMy spine twists like peeled bamboo;Thunderstruck Skulls6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am strong but not strong enough
when you come with serrated words
and lion-paws to maul my back.
Look at me, for the love
of God look at me, you say
But I don't believe in God.
How dare you utter love
and God in one breath.
I hate how your laugh echoes against my lips
because that is how you make me watch.
I cry as your fingers drip over her cheek;
You're telling her bedtime stories now
and all the while I inhale word for word
dissolving into a ghost and wishing
I was back underneath your skin.
Your raccoon pores and two-day-old cigarette smoke,
is the only place I've called home;
I don't want to go back. I can't go back.
The rest of my bones are twisting now
I am strong but not strong enough
to learn how to run.
the things of sweet and goldenover steaming cupsthe things of sweet and golden5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of caffeinated drinks,
(i sipped coffee
but you always preferred tea)
you speak to me
as if we were equal,
as if i could measure up
to who you are.
the words were but fragments
that slipped off your tongue
but that may just be
the cigarette's talking.
your voice sticks
in my mind,
in my heart,
and trickles down my throat
like warm honey.
(i never particularly favored it
but maybe it was because
i'd be stung
too many times to trust
the things of sweet and golden)
the windows fog with desperation
and rain paints trails
of lost conversation.
my tongue is sticking
to the roof of mouth
and i believe
i'm falling in love
leave a message after the beepit hurts more than anything in the world being a sugical doctor, md.leave a message after the beep6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pass me the scapel. i cut you open, you are okay with this -- in fact, you asked for no anasthesia
"i want to never let you leave my eyes"
"even if it hurts?"
"even if i die on this cold table here"
everything is smooth; you bleed, just like everyone else. we are no different than the butterflies
the bats, or the bees
your eyes are subtle and as beautiful as ever.
you are obviously in need of medication, and trying your hardest not to let it show,
but your smile is like a new belt buckle. anyway.
"anything at all?"
mono-syllabic. i almost cry.
the monitors are all singing their swansongs, telling me how you are a liar
a dirty, tricksy liar
joker! you clown, you drop-dead gorgeous mockery
your lips pale, but only subtly, and all the colour in your body has been steadily moving to your eyes
you are a black and
Spectre for November.Im missing you, I heard myself say. I was sure she wouldnt hear me. I was invisible to her and I felt myself fade in and out of her reality.Spectre for November.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She shivered with the morning cold. Had I physical hands, I would have covered her with fallen and cast aside sheets.
She lazily rose from bed, the pale gloom of Autumn flooding through open blinds and making her skin shine radiantly, beautifully, vividly with a curious opalescence. Her face set in an immediate frown as she took a crystallized moment to look at a bedside photo. Us.
I grew sad, also. Spectres arent supposed to feel such things so genuinely, but I did. Remorse, heavy and breathtaking, has a taste. Its something you cant describe, but you just know it.
She went into the kitchen of her apartment and got out a bowl, a spoon, milk, and cereal. Weighted steps brought her shapely form to the window, where a chair was drawn. Her eyes, unfocused and distant, fixated themselves upon a spot in the hor
Sadistic PleasuresHunt me, Trap me,Sadistic Pleasures7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tie up my hands,
Threaten me, Torture me,
Until I obey your demands,
Hurt me oh please,
Make me feel pain,
Beat me like hell,
Then beat me again!
Scare me, harm me,
Force me to cry,
Use me, Abuse me,
Dont give me a reason why,
Violate me, shame me,
Then do it some more!
Make me feel hate,
Like never before,
Educate me, Discipline me,
With a Nazi regime,
Pain me, Dont stop,
Till I can no longer scream,
Promise to kill me,
Make me long for death,
Damage my body,
Till it hurts to draw breath,
Lash me, Whip me,
Make my flesh bleed,
This is the feeling, The rush,
I so desperately need.
Massacre me, Mutilate me,
Till I can barely survive,
Then leave me to die,
So I can truly feel alive.
InsomniaLast night I made paper airplanes out of stray thoughtsInsomnia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I let them fly in the space between us.
And while you tapped your feet to a beat I couldn't understand,
I counted stars.
Because sometimes you see yourself reflected in the eyes
of someone you don't know.
And what I know about myself is that I
walk in straight lines and like the smell of orange peels
and know that fog is just low hanging clouds.
But you, with eyes made from a cypress tree
always feel like winter's approaching and your leaves
are going to fall.
I keep stretched out rubber bands long after they've lost their shape
because there were hands like yours to touch its edges
and maybe losing constraints is just a way of finding something,
but you're not the kind to stick around and find out.
I stand with my hands resting on a ledge that belongs to a day
five weeks in the past and I'm watching a sunset in technicolor,
the sky's tainted gold with a child's fairy dust, and my feet stand
on rain soaked pavement.
Do you fee
AnesidoraWisps of inhumanity carve out spiteful words into my earthen insides; carefully clawing to the top of my neck. My seal is mangled and unkempt but it withholds the travesties that lie within and, for that, I am grateful. Her inquisitive eyes pry at my seams then pluck at them like petals; for now she is content to guess. To wonder, to crave of what lies inside--an ill-fated gift placed into cruel and longing palms.Anesidora5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I struggle to cry out to her, as trembling and naïve hands manage to place fragile fingertips upon my surface, No, Pandora! Don't!
From Masochist To SadistYeah, I enjoy the pain,From Masochist To Sadist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just push me and prod me,
throw me to the ground,
I don't mind being pushed around.
Yeah, I'm a masochist,
just slice through my skin,
cut through my heart,
just tear me apart.
Yeah, I love to be hurt,
just kiss me then hit me,
wrap your arms around my waist,
then smash in my face.
there was always that something about you,
You captivated me,
I let you lead me on,
Hoping you'd fall,
right into my trap.
you played with my heart,
and little boys shouldn't play,
with dangerous weapons.
Icebound DevotionFlame frozen forever encasedIcebound Devotion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice crystals melt within it's heat
But manages to stay its shape.
Frosted wasteland devoid of life.
See how easy it is to weave a web
Of illusion with lies?
I've painted a picture you see as truth.
Not one part did you question
And you say I can't fool you.
I am the greatest deceiver
Against me you stand no chance.
I've been feeding you lines from first glance.
Let's play hide-and-seek with land mines
sprinkled across your ramshackle front porch.
Oblivion goes on for miles; you're
still willing to submerge into my deceit.
I'll cover you like a wanning blizzard
appendages only half frozen,
mouth still trembling with unthawed words.
Once, I told you that my love isnt real;
I consist of summery glaciers
that never erode quite enough.
I stand solid, block of ice
Your so called warming smile
Can't even fracture my cube of petrification.
Snow flakes fall in desperation
From the chunk of sleet I reside in.
Even time cannot thaw my prison.
Your pitiful attemp
a servant's realityI am a slave to honesty;a servant's reality5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bound to straight edges and clean canvases,
bold strokes of truth and fairness
So why is it that you stand on a pedestal
showering disdain on my (already bleeding)
eyes & lips & lungs?
Harsh whispers of betrayal stab my ears;
your evident delight at my pain
sears like carefully poured vitriol.
As for my mistress,
she escapes unscathed
for she is infallible, eternal, untouchable
and I - I am merely her whipping boy.
Magic in the StarsI tried to write a poem about the stars,Magic in the Stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or music, or even trees,
but all that came out were visions of you.
So I guess I'll just confess that
your face splatters across my mind in pieces,
because they don't all come together until
your fingers touch my lips.
I don't think I'm crazy,
but you are singing every song on the radio
and you are whispering in my ear
while you stare at me in the mirror.
You must be magic to be everywhere.
The kind of magic that
makes trees reach up for celestial beings
while we curl up between their gentle roots.
I've always wished on stars,
but I now have a reason to change my wish.
We're still too young to understand forever,
and I know the lights will dim for a while.
(I know of plenty of sad songs to keep me breathing.)
But you know where my star lives
so come back to me when you're ready
to tell me that I can stop wishing.
it doesn't matter what I try to write about,
because you are embedded
in every image
in every sound
in every word.
Adventuress FionnaONEAdventuress Fionna3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stared into my cereal with a considerable lack of interrest.
"Fi, what do you wanna do today?" Cake stretched across the table. "It's a big day, you know."
"What's today?" I groaned, still tired.
"You're sixteenth birthday, girl." I shook my head and pulled off my hat, long curls grazing the floor.
"Sixteen?" I laughed. "Well, Gumball probably has something planned, don't ya think?"
Something hissed across the room and I flew out of my chair, pulling my sword free from my skirt's belt loop. "Who's there?" I asked, exasperated.
"No one." I relaxed against the chair and sighed as a smirking Marshal pulled himself out from under the couch. He floated over to the table. "I suppose I'm not invited to Gummy's little party for you?" He ruffled my hair. I glared at him and pushed my hat on, most of my hair still showing.
Cake hissed. After all this time, she'd never been fond of Marshal Lee. Oh, well. Vampires. I shook my head and shrugged at him. "Not my party to invite people to."
My Pretty Little MasochistMy pretty little masochistMy Pretty Little Masochist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never learned the method of duck & run.
She stays where she is
Getting battered to pieces,
Hiding her scars & insisting it's fun.
My pretty little masochist
Won't let me protect her
From my self destructive ways.
She prefers to stay and fight for the mess of me.
Stubborn to the point
Of being irresistibly adorable,
She swears she's strong & not so easily broken
But we both worry when we see
The reflected pain of my own bad decisions,
Staring back at me.
My pretty little masochist
Is never ending patience & a world of understanding
As my broken heart orbits around her.
I pull her emotions along with mine
Like the moon pulls the tide
But she never complains
Of the pain that splashes on to her from me.
My pretty little masochist
Is dragon's logic & dragon's strength
Always protecting others fiercely.
But she told me once the secret
Of her dragon scales
Is construction paper & glitter glue
& never letting anyone close enough to notice
Snapping Your StrawbonesThe incessant clobbering against mirror-lined ribs,Snapping Your Strawbones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glazes over the sound of her sighs;
he becomes wedged between her glassy collar bone,
fingers tearing into dissipative skin.
Her collarbone is an exhibit to him,
his fingers tracing patterns over it;
he is tearing out her soul.
Then the pain begins.
She is baffled by why she enjoys this.
Grating murmurs strangle her ears
as he discreetly takes each column of her coiled spine.
Serpentine words dangle from his jackal lips:
"I'm only snapping your strawbones, my dearest."
"Those lips could tell a thousand lies,"
She whispers under his ruffled hair.
"You truly wouldn't treat anyone else like this."
She never wants this to end.
Eyes of origami canter across splintered lips
while their foul mouths create a train wreck of saliva.
His artificial admiration weights each syllable,
as she begs, "Just once more."
Who's Sick?Muffled criesWho's Sick?4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She screamed in whispers
She searched for light
"You're sick, my dear," He whispered, "And so I've brought you here.
I've come to slay your demons and chase away your fears."
She struggles against her binds
She chokes on nothing
"Oh, how I've waited, my sweet," He whispers, "For the day we would finally meet.
I'll protect you. They can no longer hurt you with their cruelty and deceit."
She surrenders the fight
She falls into the black
Can't he see
"I live for you."
Can't you see
"I love you."
Could it be
"I'd die for you."
She can't see
And in the end
He lived for you
Are you watching?
Daisy Chain-GangsI find myself ashamedDaisy Chain-Gangs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my tumbleweed language
and the mountain-esque sea creatures
I drew on my notebooks.
[were vivid flashings
of the nightmares
you made me live]
You carved their marble faces into granite rocks
and washed their sorrows
in the words of your deceitful kings.
[now that weve made paper hearts
out of flesh and bone
I can die healthy and young]
Sparks of the truth crept
from underneath your pressed lips
as you whispered with snakes
tucked into your cheeks.
We are never alone.
Sadomasochist-possessionsI'm in your possession ,Sadomasochist-possessions3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in your personal collection,
a toy for your amusement,
another night with no attachment,
there is no better feeling,
than feeding off my feelings
i guess that's what you get,
when you've forgotten how to forget.
I'm giving my devotion
to all of my emotions,
you play me like an instrument,
made me a complete embarrassment,
Its just another tale of a masochist
who fell in love with a beautiful sadist,
Its the simplest thing in the world,
just remember inside you're dead and cold.
Into the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch5Chapter Five: The Axe BassInto the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marshall Lee recovered quickly after Gumball's visit. It took him a bit of practice to get back on his feet-- Or more accurately, into the air, but once he did, he hovered in the middle of the room for a long time, concentrating on the action. Before long, he simply floated down the hospital hallway and out the front door, winking at the stunned nurses and doctors as he passed. They merely stared without a word and let him go. None of them really wanted him there in the first place.
By the time he reached his house, he was walking slowly, his feet heavy on the ground. He slammed his front door shut and, breathing heavily, collapsed on his uncomfortable couch. Finding a palm-sized stress ball between the cushions of his couch, he stared at the ceiling as he tossed it into the air and caught it when it came back down. His chest hurt when he moved his arms, but for some reason, he couldn't stop making the motion.
Fionna had saved his life. That was… different. M
Into the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch2INTO THE DARK: A Marshall Lee and Fionna StoryInto the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER TWO: HORROR MOVIE INTERLUDE
It was afternoon when Fionna stepped into the cave where Marshall Lee lived. The sun was still setting, and his white, oddly suburban house was cast in a warm orange glow from the cave's entrance. The picket fence gate squeaked in protest as she stepped onto his grassy lawn. For a night-dwelling vampire, he kept the plant life in his front yard neatly cut and healthy. Which was odd, considering she had never seen him tend to the plants.
She knocked on his front door and waited for him to respond. Silence. She tried again, this time pounding louder. "Marshall?" There was a faint echo inside the cave, but besides that, nothing.
Okay then. Stepping around to the side porch, she tried again there and peered hopefully in the door window. The lights were out in his house, but that wasn't anything unusual. He was a vampire, for glob's sake. He liked the dark.
Feeling a bit discouraged, but not really wanting to
Good Little Girl (Intro)"Fionna!" I heard my name being called out, but couldn't respond. My eyes were burning, along with my cheeks. My right hand reached to tap my stinging cheek, collecting the moisture up from my tears. In my left hand was something I didn't know how to respond to. "Fionna!" I heard again, now I can tell it was a guy's voice. I just couldn't answer. My stomach was doing flips and just wouldn't settle down. My throat was clenched, as my effort to fight the tears back.Good Little Girl (Intro)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
knock. knock. knock.
"Fi? You in there?" My blood shot eyes darted to the door, thankfully that was locked. Oh glob, oh glob, oh glob. No, not right now. I know the voice that was searching for mine. It was Marshall's. Marshall Lee the vampire king, also known as Fionna the human's boyfriend. Fionna being me, of course. Yes, he's a vampire. No, he does not drink my blood. He enjoys the taste of red, no literally, he can drain the color red out of anything.
He had been my best friend for many years now, and we recently